If I went back to the 1950’s, smartphone in hand, and told my Mother that I had access to all the information in the entire world, but I mostly use the device to watch my bank accounts like a hawk and look up recipes, I’m pretty sure she’d whack me, call the police and get a lifetime supply of condoms for my Dad, just in case I wasn’t a lunatic and she’d just been blessed with the advance knowledge that her not-to-be-born-until-’63-daughter would never work to her full potential.
Yes, I get the e-mails from Ziplist and Pintrest and Bisquick and Allrecipes and Campbells with the new time-saving, budget friendly, quick weeknight dinner appeal. Yesterday, I clicked on one; Campbell’s Chicken Tortilla Soup. It looked wonderful and it’s 22° outside here. At noon. Seemed like a good fit for the evening meal.
Quick run through the grocery after work to grab the stuff and home to throw it all in the crock pot, blast that baby on high and sit back and wait for deliciousness. It was very, very good, just not as pretty as the picture on the box made it look. Ugh.
It was more work too, because, please, I am not throwing raw-ass chicken in a slow cooker with a bunch of canned goods for only two hours. I can’t afford to miss work for two days while the salmonella passes. The taste was really good but it was definitely NOT soup. The consistency was more chili. Open a bag of Fritos and that was our meal. No complaints from Mr. Man. Not that we care if he did, just sayin’.
So I just reviewed the recipe and I’ll tweak it around next time to make it more of a soup and also to make a lot less of it! One of my biggest pet peeves is the people that review a recipe telling you how they changed everything and now it’s better. Really? That would make it a different damn recipe now, wouldn’t it?
Enough for now.